From God’s Perspective

I sit and listen to people who I know that are God-loving Christians talk about people every day.  They talk about the homeless and how they are mostly just bums looking for a handout.  They talk of homosexuals as if they have the plaque.  They talk of the other skin colors.  They talk, they talk, they talk.  They act as if they know God’s way better than anyone.  They act as if salvation can only be for them and people just like them.  They forget that God walked the paths of the Jew.  They forget that God spoke with the Samaritan and the leper.  How many of them have ever walked up and actually talked to a beggar?  How many of them would set down on the side of the street and eat with a homeless family?  How many of them would offer their shoes to someone without shoes?  They choose which rules they follow.  They treat one sin as if it is less of a sin then the other.  They selectively choose their path to salvation while condemning others and leaving no way out for the rest of the sinners.  I believe in a God who loves.  I believe in a God that is compassionate.  I believe that God has a reason for everything that he does.  Finally I believe that every sinner enjoys the knowledge that there is a way home.  I would never want to have God’s perspective because I think that it is so much bigger than me or anyone else.  I trust in God.  I trust in his words in my heart.  I trust that I will never know where or what he has in store for me.

But I do know that where he leads I will follow

 

Do you really want to see things from God’s perspective

Do you really want to be Godlike even for a day

Would you cry

How angry would you be

How disgusted with this world and all of the hatred and turmoil

What would you say that could help

You would have the power to start all things over, would you

You must choose to help or not to intervene at all

Or is the chaos you’re doing, is that the intervention prayed for

You would know why things are, but could tell no one

You would see the youth questioning all of the rules and regulations

You would see the religions segregating and counting your angels for you

You would see the selective readings of your word put into place

You would see churches not welcoming the very people who you talked to

The Samaritans, the leper, the outcasts would never be welcome in their church

Worse than any of this you would see that this has become their church, not yours

You would see the bible, the word of you, as it has been retold

Would you be amused at the translations or saddened by the restrictions built-in

You would see the leaders of the church deciding the path to salvation

You would see them deciding who can even walk down that path

You would see that the restrictions on loving you has become a task and not a gift

Would you see the mega church and walk in wondering why

Why millions spent on bricks and mortar when you spread the word on the side of a hill

Why the suits when you told the gospel in a robe

Why the Starbucks or the Barista in the corner of the church

Why the pastor wears a Rolex and lives in a mansion

You did promise a mansion, but not on this earth

Why the bigotry when you showed everyone compassion

Why the hate when you taught us not to

Why we treat one sin worse than another

You would see the reasons behind such awful events

You would know why the baby was stillborn

You would see the fear in the old man’s eyes as death approaches

You would listen to the screams as the fire engulfs the family

Are you ready to see these things and know why they happened

Are you sure that you want to be all-knowing

Do you really want to see things from God’s perspective

I don’t